becksilver:
He strides over to the case that held several decorative ornaments, probably out of bounds, probably quite valuable and not to be used under any circumstance, but Beck Silver has rarely held such boundaries in high regard to begin with. He summarily starts to rearrange them, picking one most suitable. ❝ Not really the sharing type, love. ❞ He isn’t sure why that last bit’s slipped out, but it doesn’t appear to perturb him in physical fashion. Not in front of her anyway.
As if she would take that for an answer. “Tough,” Ivy stated simply before walking over and grabbing one of the ornaments he had been moving. She inspected it with mock interest, then sighed and set it down where it was obvious it didn’t belong. She waved a hand with elegantly painted black nails, dismissing her earlier statement. “Fine, don’t share if you don’t want to. It’s really not that hard to find some decent bottles around here. You’ll just be missing out on my company, but the past while proves that doesn’t bother you anyways.”
